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Naked, he goes into the bathroom, the long, hard line of him a pleasing sight. I watch him at the vanity, cleaning his cock, softly groaning. He tosses the used washcloth aside and wets another one before returning to me.

He kneels and gently cleans me. Smiling and looking at the bindings since I’m still tied up, he says. “Fuck. You did perfect, my little storm.”

I look down at his cock. “You’re still hard?”

“I guess I am.” He tosses the washcloth aside, and holding his cock, he teases my entrance. “No one’s ever had this effect on me.”

He slides his length into my pussy this time, and makes gentle love to me.

While I’m tied up.

Chapter 46

Lourdes

The next morning, I return to the office at Zervas & Company. And it feels good to be back. That’s until I’m summoned to see Daria before I can sit at my desk for two minutes and dare to feel normal.

If part of the bargain to get better care for Sandrine is being married to Ares Zervas, who makes love to me untilIforget my name, I can’t complain.

Now I get to find out what beingMrs. Zervas entailsoutsidethe bedroom.

Feeling self-conscious in front of Daria as I have from the start, I smooth my skirt and square my shoulders before entering her office.

Ares runs this company, but Daria is in charge of intel and security. Since she’s not afraid of him, she will not hesitate to chew me out for all my HR violations as an appetizer.

“Welcome back,” she says, offering pleasantries I wasn’t expecting. “Ares tells me you have officially agreed to be his wife. As such, you’ll be assigned a series of duties to serve and represent him as well as Zervas & Company.”

“Duties?” I sit up straighter.

Princess Diana and her role in service to the ‘crown’ come to mind. Both honor and terror compete in my brain. The latter won out because the poor woman’s life was never her own again once she agreed to marry a future king.

Ares is already a king. I’m screwed.

“You will sit on the board of several corporations strategically aligned with Zervas & Company,” Daria continues.

“Are these ornamental positions?” I ask, tightening my fist around the hem of my skirt.

“Ares doesn’t do ornamental.” She cracks a rare grin. “You’ll be a fully authorized representative.”

“Okay. What else?”

“You’ll be added to the committee that judges candidates for multiple Zervas scholarship programs.” She gathers severalfolders. “And you and Ares will attend the Winter Olympics in the French Alps this winter.”

That lifts my head from the folder of scholarship applications. “The Olympics?”

“We are a major sponsor,” she says proudly like she inked that deal herself.

Having only been with the company for a couple of months, I’m not aware of Ares’s full reach in the business world. Now it seems like he’s an octopus curling his tentacles around industries in every direction.

It was his responsibility to build up this company while Alexander fought a war to keep their position in the mafia world on solid ground.

“This sounds like a full-time job,” I say carefully.

“It is,” Daria replies.

Without her saying so, I realize that as of this moment, I’m no longer Ares Zervas’s personal assistant.

She explains I will still get a salary, a new one, and when the numbers leave her lips, my eyes nearly pop out of my head.